Christmas is over, but winter is not…
Time now for gazing at tree branches set against a blue sky
For feeling the quiet chill creeping beneath layers of clothing
For seeing the stars and moon
For watching birds hop on branches normally hidden from view
Here’s to winter.
Said the night wind to the little lamb
Do you see what I see?
Way up in the sky little lamb
Do you see what I see?
A star a star
dancing in the night
With a tail as big as a kite
With a tail as big as a kite
Said the little lamb to the shepherd boy
Do you hear what I hear?
Ringing through the sky shepherd boy
Do you hear what I hear?
A song a song
High above the tree
With a voice as big as the sea
With a voice as big as the sea
Said the shepherd boy to the mighty king
Do you know what I know?
In your palace walls mighty king?
Do you know what I know?
A child A child
Shivers in the cold
Let us bring Him silver and gold
Let us bring Him silver and gold
Said the king to the people everywhere
Listen to what I say
Pray for peace people everywhere
Listen to what I say
A child A child
sleeping in the night
He will bring us Goodness and Light
He will bring us Goodness and Light
Piper Rose Jackson
Born December 19, 2011 at 3:33 am
9 lbs 5 oz and 21 in
“It’s so beautiful it makes you want to cry”
Noelle, almost 4 years
Crimson
Heart
Life
Love
I have been a little smitten with nesting things as of late. I have fallen in love with the little nesting Matryoska dolls from Russia all over again. I have a newfound affection for Noah and all his animal friends piling together into the safe and warm ark to ride out the storm eventually to find themselves in a new world.
It is this time of year, with the cold damp, yes. But it is also the little child about to be born that makes all things warm and cozy and together seem so much more meaningful.
We have sort of nested into our own home, venturing a few blocks here and there, but for the most part, staying very close to home. We have rediscovered the little secret niches of our neighborhood
I have always thought this is such a wonderful time of year to have a baby. I play music and sing songs about the wonder and goodness of a tiny baby whose birth changed the world. There is a reverence and joy that is palpable as neighbors smile and offer their holiday wishes. All my children are born by the light of a Christmas tree, cold winds outside, the warmth of family and Christmas inside.
My winter babies snuggled close to their mama, still wrapped in the dreamy mists from whence they came, as the quiet cold wraps us all in its stillness. Perfect.
